Final March- Rome
Topdeck Days 7 & 8
After the tour we were left to our own devices. The day was a little messy, it was the first day that didn't include dinner so we were literally left to do whatever until breakfast the next day. This was also the first time during my trip that not being able to contact someone so easily as sending a text was really frustrating. We started the day separated from the friends who had decided not to go on the Vatican tour and kept loosing members of our group throughout the course of the day and had to rely on chance if saw them again. I think this was mostly annoying because it was the last day so I wanted to make the most of time left with the people I had just become so close with. Other than that annoyance it was a good day.
The people we were with after the tour were all starving so we went on a search for food. We were pestered by so many people thrusting their flyers in our faces trying to get us to come to their restaurants. A lot of us were hesitant about going to one of those places and wanted something more authentic. We finally found somewhere. For my entrée I tried one of those stuffed flower blossoms depicted in one of the food porn scenes in Eat, Pray, Love. It was nice but no where nice as it was depicted in the movie. For my main I had a gnocci.
After the tour we ran into some more Topdeck people, who like us where on a search for coffee so we joined them. However, somewhere along the journey we lost the majority of the group and it ended up being just the girls so we decided to treat ourselves to an indulgent afternoon tea. After stuffing ourselves with desserts and hot drinks we went to meet up with a couple from Perth that were also on our tour for dinner (although we all agreed we probably couldn't eat a thing, definately not more than a salad).
Along the way we noticed a lot of commotion, yelling, chanting and police every where. We cautiously went closer to see what was happenening but couldn't really see anything past all the barricades but could hear hundreds of people yelling and smoke bombs being set off. We tried to ask the police what was happening but none appeared to understand English. We were pretty excited, which probably wasn't the right emotion to be feeling but it was an interesting experience. We later found out it was nothing scary but a taxi driver strike.
We eventually met up the couple and discovered they were with the Victorian sisters who we hadn't been able to catch up with all day so that was a nice surprise. This couple were definately some of the most informed pepole on the trip and were well researched on the best places to eat, shop, see etc so we were in good hands. Sadly, however, when we reached the restaurant they had chosen it was closed. We tried a couple of other places and it was so random but we were either too late or too early for dinner. We think a lot were just turned off by our large group. Finally, we found a place that was open and as we sat down realised it was a mutlicultural restaurant- trust us to pick one of the only non-Italian restaurants. Oh, and despite our earlier claims of being too full to eat all of us ordered a main- and finished it.
After dinner we headed back home, that night the bar at the accommodation was hosting a Toga Party but we were way too exhausted to go and opted for another quiet night in. When we got there we decided we would just walk by to see how it was going- and when we did we discovered new energy and after a short pre party back at the rooms joined the party. I'm glad we did it because we got reunited with all the friends we had lost throughout the course of the day. The toga party was really fun and nice last night.